This is inspired by a story of my dad's old dog. I kinda like
it, though it's very short. That's ok though, because there really
wasn't much to tell. Tell me what you think!

Meghan

Wild Squirrel Chase

Apollo crouched down
in the tall grass and waited for his chance.

He had been trotting
along with his people, when suddenly he caught a whiff of squirrel on
the wind. He immediately went into his "hunting" stance. He
waited, and waited, and waited until finally, the fluffy brown
squirrel jumped out of its burrow. Apollo leaped up and gave chase to
the squirrel, which fled away almost faster than Apollo could run.

He chased the squirrel
all over the lawn happily, tongue lolling, sides heaving, but he
never gave up. The sent of squirrel was too irresistible. He had to
catch it! The sounds of its infuriated squeaks and rustlings only
added to the overwhelming temptation to present his people with dead
squirrel.

The squirrel finally
decided to use what little brains it had and headed for the great oak
tree in the middle of the yard. There was a tree house up in its
branches that Apollo's pets climbed into all the time, but Apollo
new he couldn't get up to it. He sped up to catch the squirrel
before it could climb to the safety of its branches.

He started barking
madly, trying to scare the squirrel into a different direction. It
didn't work. It only irritated his people, who came running at him,
trying to make him stop. He plowed right into them and went past,
still continuing his obnoxious caterwauling. By then, nothing could
make him stop his headlong race, even the giant oak tree that was
coming ever closer.

The squirrel raced up
the bark faster than Apollo could wag his tail. Apollo ran up, his
claws scrabbling for purchase against the bark. If he could just get
a little farther! Just a couple feet away, the squirrel's tail was
tantalizing him, daring him to try to come further.

But Apollo didn't
have the chance of a snowflake in the Libyan Desert of making it up
that tree, and just as his teeth clicked on empty air, he fell back
down the trunk of the treacherous tree. He slid down until he hit the
ground, on his back.

His people came over,
tears in their eyes from laughing so hard. They all said "good boy,
good Apollo, you get that squirrel!" They praised him so much,
until he was practically glowing with pride in his actions. The
petted him and congratulated him, and he was happy.

Meanwhile, the
squirrel looked down from above, relief pouring into his exhausted
body.

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